FP turned in time to see his son race to the trash can and heaving up the contents of his stomach. Instantly, FP moved to Jughead, putting a hand on his son's back as he waited for his boy to finish.
Toni was right. Jughead was not well.
When Jughead was finished, FP pressed the back of his hand to his boy's forehead. He didn't need to do that to know that his boy was burning up. Jughead was pale and looked clamy and he was radiating heat before FP's hand made contact with his boys forehead.